I’ve always been a man with an elevated sex drive.
(How’s THAT for a first sentence?)
I have found over the past couple of years, though, that I’m not always “up to the task”. Now that is NOT to say that I need to start taking little blue pills or anything like that…it’s never quite that kind of situation. No, rather it’s a matter of …let’s say…finishing what I start.
Previously, I’ve contributed it to things such as stress, my weight (when I was 20 lbs heavier), and “over-thinking” the situation. For the record, it has never been about Sunshine because, quite frankly, she’s the most incredible partner I’ve ever had…inside and outside of the bedroom. It’s not even a recurring occurrence, either (try saying THAT ten times fast)…and it certainly hasn’t been an issue over the past year or so.
So recently I haven’t really been myself (hence not much for blog posts). I can’t place a finger on the exact reason why, but I just haven’t quite “been there” mentally. As it turns out, there have been some mornings where that “certain somebody” simply doesn’t want to co-operate the way he should.
I have very little say in how he works. As it turns out, he really is the boss.
When discussing this situation with Sunshine, she mentioned who the boss was. I immediately then named my penis “Tony Danza”. Of course, after seeing Sunshine’s reaction, I immediately regretted that decision as her laughter was instantaneous and it has been an ongoing joke in the week since the incident took place.
Which brings me to the title of this post. One of the most bizarre “misheard lyrics” in history is the changing of Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” (which was released back in 1974) from “Hold me closer, tiny dancer” to “Hold me closer, Tony Danza”. Don’t ask me why, but this is apparently a very common mistake.
So there you have it. After over a week without posting (and over two weeks without any new content), my first post back is about my member who is now named after a cheesy 80’s actor.
Welcome to 2013.